X

I met X in November 2022. At that time, he was homeless. He stood at a corner near where I live and panhandled during the day, and slept in a garage at night. He liked to collect feathers and put them along the fence, but they've all blown away. Like many, X once succumbed to suicidal ideation and made an attempt using fentanyl. It did not work, and he became addicted. During our time together he told me about how he used to be a musician, and how his parents live nearby but won't allow him home because of his drug use. Over time I saw him less and less, and one day I heard he had been arrested. I wondered if the police would care about his withdrawals. I don't trust that they did. Since his release, he has moved on to somewhere new and has not called.